On this, the shortest day of the year,I have journeyed to the Great Plainsto build a fire for you.

The night air is cold like a cellarcut from ancient stones.But I found some wood among the deserted plainsburied under the grasses and dirt,hidden away like leavesthat had become the soil.After I cleaned the wood by hand -- its dirt beneath my nails and the fabric of my clothI sent a flamecombusted by the mere thought of you.And the wood became fire.

There were hermit stars that gatheredoverhead to keep me company.Your spirit was there as wellamidst the fire's flames.We laughed at the deep meaning of the skyand its spacious ways.Marveling at the flat mirror of the plainthat sends so little skyward,like the hearts of children denieda certain kind of love.

You played with spiritswhen you were young among these fields.You didn't know their names then.I was one.Even without a name, or body,I watched your gaze, unrelenting to the thingsthat beat between the two mirrors of the sky and plain.

I believe it was here alsothat you learned to speak with God.Not in so many words as you're now accustomed,but I'm certain that God listened to your lifeand gathered around your firefor warmth and meaning.In the deserted plains he found you set apartfrom all things missing.

Dear spirit, I have held this vigil for so long,tending fires whose purpose I have forgotten.I think warmth was one.Perhaps light was another.Perhaps hope was the strongest of these.

If ever I find you around my fire,built by handsthat know your final skin,between the sheets of the sky and plain,I will remember its purpose.In barren fieldsthat have long been deserted by the hand of manI will remember.In the deepest eye of youI will remember.In the longest night of youI will remember.

On this, the shortest day of the year,I have journeyed to the Great Plainsto build a fire for you.

thank you for this reminder, which is what I have replaced the Xmas traditions with ... because I am now aware of the Winter Solsice, more than ever by getting up with the sun, and feeding my livestock just as the sun "goes down" - my days are greatly influened by this event ... and I greatly appreciate that "moment" ... enough to "light a fire - for you" (my creator) in gratitude

_________________"...to know this information and then remain passive—a pure observer—is a programmed response, and that is not an answer to how do I best serve truth? It is a denial of truth.” 5th Interview

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